“Silas,” he warns, and I hold my hands up, not wanting to fight. He has to see he can do so much better than me. He sighs, snagging the sandwich and mashing the bread together harshly before taking a big bite, all the while glowering at me.
Even if he could do better than you, he doesn’t want to. He wants you. Love is basically choosing your partner everyday. And he’s made his choice. Change this thinking.
